The devil's brand is on my bones An' from inside the holy ghost groans Sure as shootin' the undertaker knows He lays the headstones in endless rows Ye one an' all we croak like a raven It's the dead an' the dyin' we're cravin' Ye one an' all Follow the man tall Hear his voice An' drop to a dead crawl Hey boy Look straight at the sun To the center you make a dead run You're gonna halfta cut off both my hands I got pride as big as dixie land I want to sit where the velvet is red yes an' Where can I lay this apple core? I want to drink of the blood that was shed girl I can't breathe anymore Ye that's right she's waltzin' out the door To dandy lions waitin' Ye that's right she wants more She's my lady in waitin'
Written by: DAVID EUGENE EDWARDS, JEAN-YVES TOLA
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